I am 99% certain that I’m suffering from post traumatic stress disorder. PTSD brought on by living most of my life in a climate where my toes and fingers were only warm 14 days out of the year and the sun peaked it’s reticent face out from behind the clouds on average, 52 days per year.
In the beautiful Pacific Northwest (beautiful, despite the chill) Summer arrived (when it did arrive, because many Summers chose not to) after the 4th of July. Everyone knew that it wasn’t a real 4th of July celebration without sweatshirts, warm blankets, and hot chocolate by the outdoor fireplace.
Now that I’m living in sunny South Carolina, whenever we have two days in a row of clouds I start feeling a bit claustrophobic. Angst begins churning in my gut, gradually moving throughout my body, before finally erupting into full-blown panic mode when I become convinced, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the sun will never come again! Eeeek!!!
Dreary weather PTSD. It’s real folks.
After I talk myself down and remind myself of where I live I breathe a great sigh of relief. It’s funny, but I find that while everyone else is bemoaning the heat and humidity, I rejoice in this most glorious season of them all:
This is why I know I’m a Southerner at heart. I love the day and night warmth Summer. I can venture out in flip-flops and shorts and never worry about carrying a sweater. Even if the rains come, which they often do in the afternoons, my warm toes remind me that I am still here in my little slice of paradise. The sun will indeed shine again.
First, there are three Summer birthdays to celebrate for the three people I love most in all the world. My oldest daughter J. celebrates her birthday next week (well maybe this weekend too but that’s a surprise so I don’t want to blow it); Mr. OTN’s birthday is in July and this is a BIG one for him (should I tell you which one or is that in bad taste?); and finally, my youngest daughter B. has a birthday in August. As an added BONUS, my wedding anniversary is also in the Summer!
I love lazy evenings on the screened porch, fluffing up the pillows on the daybeds, so I can nestle down all comfy with a book and a cold drink.
I love the sound of the cicadas chirping in the woods behind us.
Happy Independence Day!
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